The Poetical and Prose Works of Robert Burns: With Life, Notes and CorrespondenceW. J. Hamersley, 1855 - 559 lappuses |
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... Sir , to you : Because ( ye need na tak it ill ) I thought them something lik yoursel . Then patronise them wi ... dear Sir , with zeal most fervent , Your much indebted , humble servant . But if ( which pow'rs above prevent ) That iron ...
... Sir , to you : Because ( ye need na tak it ill ) I thought them something lik yoursel . Then patronise them wi ... dear Sir , with zeal most fervent , Your much indebted , humble servant . But if ( which pow'rs above prevent ) That iron ...
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... DEAR SIR . - As I have an opportunity of sending you a letter without putting you to that expense which any production of mine would but ill repay , I embrace it with plea- sure , to tell you that I have not forgotten , nor ever will ...
... DEAR SIR . - As I have an opportunity of sending you a letter without putting you to that expense which any production of mine would but ill repay , I embrace it with plea- sure , to tell you that I have not forgotten , nor ever will ...
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... dear Sir , yours , NO . II . TO- [ AN EARLY LOVE LETTER . ] R. B. Lochlea , 1783 . I VERILY believe , my dear E. , that the pure genuine feelings of love are as rare in the world as the pure genuine principles of virtue and piety . This ...
... dear Sir , yours , NO . II . TO- [ AN EARLY LOVE LETTER . ] R. B. Lochlea , 1783 . I VERILY believe , my dear E. , that the pure genuine feelings of love are as rare in the world as the pure genuine principles of virtue and piety . This ...
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... dear Miss- ( pardon me the dear expression for once ) * * * R. B. NO . VI . TO MR . JAMES BURNESS , WRITER , MONtrose . ( 1 ) Lochlea , 21st June , 1783 . DEAR SIR - My father received your favour of the 10th current , and as he has ...
... dear Miss- ( pardon me the dear expression for once ) * * * R. B. NO . VI . TO MR . JAMES BURNESS , WRITER , MONtrose . ( 1 ) Lochlea , 21st June , 1783 . DEAR SIR - My father received your favour of the 10th current , and as he has ...
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... dear Sir , since the unfortunate beginning of this American war , and its as unfortunate conclusion , this country has been , and still is , decaying very fast . Even in higher life , a couple of our Ayrshire noble- men , and the major ...
... dear Sir , since the unfortunate beginning of this American war , and its as unfortunate conclusion , this country has been , and still is , decaying very fast . Even in higher life , a couple of our Ayrshire noble- men , and the major ...
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Populāri fragmenti
135. lappuse - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
227. lappuse - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
225. lappuse - Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
148. lappuse - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
239. lappuse - Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
133. lappuse - The sire turns o'er, with patriarchal grace, The big ha'bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
213. lappuse - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
147. lappuse - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
134. lappuse - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
134. lappuse - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.